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Arakita was not a naturally jealous person. He typically didn't give a fuck either way. He liked to think he was indifferent. When he felt jealousy for the first time in a long, long time, it was due to the fact that Toudou was whining again.
He whined while Arakita was lounging back against the couch in their apartment, scratching at the inside of his ear in a gesture of him not caring. With lidded eyes, he watches Toudou stomp around, complaining loudly, and getting red in the face.
“I swear, it's like Maki-chan is treating me like I'm being annoying or something! What's his problem? Is it so difficult for him to simply reply to some friendly texts?! Am I too overwhelming for him?” He stops pacing back and forth, standing in front of Arakita with his arms crossed, his eyes narrowed and downcast to the carpet. Arakita pulls his finger from his ear to examine it.
“Arakita!” Toudou whines as he stomps his foot, “Are you even listening to me?!” Arakita flicks his cold eyes up to Toudou and sighs, dropping his hand against the couch, elbow propped up against the back of it.
“Toudou, from the bottom of my heart I tell the honest truth. He does think you're annoying,”Arakita replies with an impatient tone, leveling Toudou with an irritated expression, “I think you're fucking annoying. Sorry to say, but you're being a little pest to him. And to me.”
Huffing, Toudou brushes his locks back before crossing his arms again. He stares at Arakita with a frown on his lips, “It's old news that you think I'm annoying, but it's different when it's Maki-chan...” Then he looks a little crest-fallen, dropping his arms pathetically and sighing. Arakita rolls his eyes.
“What makes you think I want to hear you fawning over some other guy? In fact, it's pissing me off. Call Izumida if you have to rant about it. He's too kind to tell you to shut the fuck up.” Arakita grumbles, shifting on the couch. When Toudou called for him to come down from their bedroom, he thought Toudou would want to have another pointless “deep” talk with him again, but instead he was met with an earful of bullshit.
He tsks and averts his stare. He lifts a hand to rub it over the back of his head harshly, ruffling his hair, which he does out of habit when he's angry. Toudou was silent for once in his goddamn life and then quietly clears his throat. Arakita was just about to get up and leave the room but Toudou speaks softly, earning Arakita's gaze.
“Are you jealous?” He asks with a quiet, disbelieving tone, his brow furrowed and hands fiddling with the low hem of Arakita's hoodie that was too loose on him. Arakita's lip twitches and he grimaces, face flaring up instantly. He curses mentally, hoping it wasn't noticeable. He scoffs.
“As if! I don't give a fuck about you desperately trying to get close to Makishima,” he snaps, shoving off of the couch angrily. Teeth bared, he glares down at Toudou. Toudou stares up at him with knowing eyes, his lips curled in a smirk. Arakita waves him off impatiently and turns to the staircase. He so plans to slam the door in Toudou's face if he intends to follow him up to their bedroom.
Before he can even take a step, he feels a hand suddenly grab onto his wrist. Looking over his shoulder, Arakita gives a look mixed with bewilderment and irritation. Toudou squeezes his wrist, which hurt, looking at him with a light smile and soft, lovey-dovey eyes that made Arakita's skin crawl.
He yanks his hand away, but doesn't leave.
“What?” He snaps, averting his stare away from those loving eyes, his face growing warm. Arakita goes rigid when Toudou steps up and curls his arms around his waist, pressing up against him and resting his head on his chest. Arakita's hands lift, poised to push him away. He hesitates, dropping his eyes to the top of Toudou's head, seeing one of those stupid hairbands again. Toudou sighs and squeezes tight around him.
“I wouldn't ever abandon you, Yasutomo,” he murmurs, lifting his head to prop his chin on Arakita's chest, looking up into his eyes. Arakita furrows his brow tightly, heart jumping with his face growing hot. Toudou smiles smugly, looking up at him affectionately. It was disgusting. Arakita makes a face.
“I wasn't concerned, Jinpachi,” he spits back, desperately trying to keep his affection at an arms-length. He pushes at Toudou's shoulders, without putting all his strength into it. Toudou tightens his arms around him, wringing the air out of him. With a wheeze, Arakita pushes harder, trying to wiggle out of his constricting embrace.
Toudou laughs and refuses to let go, saying with an amused tone, “It is so obvious! It's okay, that's understandable since you're my boyfriend. I won't talk about Maki-chan ever again if it bothers you this much.” Toudou looked so pleased with himself, realizing Arakita actually felt jealous because of him.
“It doesn't bother me!”Arakita protests loudly, struggling in Toudou's hold with his face red and mouth in a grimace. Toudou rolls his eyes, but releases his hold a little. Arakita slips out, stumbling back. He catches his footing and glares darkly at Toudou. Toudou grins at him. He hooks his hands behind his back and walks up to Arakita with a swing in his hips. Arakita steps back with each step Toudou takes towards him.
When his back meets the wall, he sighs and throws his hands up in exasperation. Toudou giggles and steps up to him with glee, reaching out to take Arakita's slender hands in his own. Arakita grumbles, looking away. Toudou squeezes his hands affectionately and leans in, arching on his toes to press a sweet kiss to Arakita's cheek.
“You are so aggravating,” Arakita groans in response, but doesn't pull his hands out from Toudou's.
Toudou hums and squeezes his hands again before ghosting his warm hands up Arakita's forearms, looking up at him with a pleased look on his face. Arakita was staring up at the ceiling, honestly in disbelief that he was in this situation, but that touch earns his gaze again. He squints at him.
Toudou grins cheekily, setting his hands on Arakita's shoulders. Arakita watches him warily.
“Do you wanna, uh,” Toudou begins, blushing a little. Arakita blinks, staring down at him wordlessly, stunned. What was this sudden change of attitude? Toudou was shy now, huh? Toudou looks down, bashful.
“Do you wanna cuddle?” Toudou asks quietly, face warm. Arakita's eyes widen, his stomach filling with butterflies, which disgusted him. He opens his mouth, speechless. Toudou looks up at him with hopeful eyes, his bottom lip jutting out. Arakita frowns at him.
“Y'know, you're not cute at all when you pout,” he mutters. Toudou arches a brow.
Toudou smirks, narrowing his eyes at him as he replies with a teasing tone, “So you're saying I'm cute otherwise...?” Arakita scoffs, rolling his eyes. Before he can retort, Toudou whines impatiently, shaking his shoulders, “Let's cuddleeee!”
Arakita's eye twitches and he withholds the urge to kick him off. What a brat.
He remains silent, debating whether or not he should give in to Toudou's persistent whining or keep his supposed manliness and deny him said cuddles. Arakita sighs, head dropping down in his dejection.
“Fine,” Arakita grumbles, earning a bright, gleeful expression from his boyfriend. But he adds quickly, face flushed with embarrassment, “Not for long, though! And not on the couch, that thing kills my back.”
“Okay!” Toudou agrees cheerfully, grabbing his hand. He tugs him to the staircase, Arakita barely avoiding tripping on his feet, and hurries up the steps. Arakita yells at him to slow the fuck down, but Toudou ignores it and bursts through the hallway into their bedroom. Arakita yanks his hand from Toudou's once Toudou stops. He watches with an irritated expression as Toudou flops down onto their double sized bed, limbs stretched out across the messy comforter.
Arakita shoves his leg aside and flops down beside him, after kicking off his shoes. Toudou laughs and turns to him on his side, looking at him with an expression of adoration. Arakita blushes and narrows his eyes at him. This was weird. He rarely ever went along with such a thing as cuddling. Toudou threw his leg and arm around Arakita, snuggling close. Arakita remains tense as a board, body stiff and arms remaining to his sides. Toudou seemed fine with just this. He buries his face in Arakita's neck and sighs, making Arakita shiver from the exhale against his skin.
“You sure are rigid. But warm,” Toudou mumbles, shifting against him. Arakita remains silent, trying to get his heart to stop beating so goddamn fast. He closes his eyes, creased brow twitching.
He grows lax in a few minutes, his brow smoothing out in relaxation. Toudou hums and wiggles closer, as much as he can manage. Arakita peeks his eyes open to look down at him. Toudou was smiling contentedly and nuzzling into his chest. Arakita blushes, heart picking up once again. Toudou laughs softly.
“I can hear your heartbeat.”
Arakita huffs.
“Shut up,” he grumbles, before curling an arm around Toudou's slender waist as well.